Page 63 of Bastard Bartender

“You. Inside me.” I reach for my purse that I flung onto the seat and slide out the condom tucked into the inside pocket. I rip it with my teeth and then lean back, so I can place it on him.

He watches with hooded eyes as I slide the condom on and then raise my body. He has one hand still on my neck and the other on my core, guiding me down slowly. The muscles between my legs contract as he fills me. I waste no time in riding him hard and fast. Our breaths are ragged as our bodies slap together. Nic lowers my bra and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking, biting, and sucking … making every time his tip hits my sensitive spot even that much more potent.

I want to scream, so I do, loving that I’m in the confines of my car in a dark parking lot with no one around. I’m being a total exhibitionist, and I love it. I didn’t know I had it in me.

“You feel incredible,” he moans as he kisses me again, long and with passion.

“I want you naked. I need to feel your skin.”

He obliges me by quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt, so I can place my hands on his chest. It’s smooth to the touch yet rock hard beneath the skin. It’s dark, yet with the light of the nearby streetlamp, I can see the gorgeous muscles and glistening golden hue. Between his body and his words, I’m so close … so damn close.

“This is just the beginning, Evette. Now that I have you, I’m going to eat you alive. You’re gonna ride my face and pull my hair until you can’t speak from screaming so loudly.”

Oh my God, he likes dirty talk. My thighs quiver with his words.

He tweaks my nipple and raises his hips. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Then, I’m going to have you suck me off so hard that you’ll be dreaming of my cock in your mouth for days.”

“Nic,” I pant, “I’m so close.”

“All of that is right before I fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk all night. Because that’s what my unpredictable girl needs. To have her body worshipped everywhere and in every way. All you have to do is let me know if you want to come on my mouth or with me inside you?”

His lowers his lips to my breast and sucks the nipple, and I’m done for. I come on him, riding out my orgasm, feeling every rise and fall of the pleasure he’s giving me. The glass is fogged up, and I can’t see the outside world as I lose myself, chasing the feeling of ecstasy as I work his body for every ounce of pleasure.

“That’s it, cariño. Come for me.”

At his words, I feel him losing his own fight, and the grunt that escapes his lips, followed by my name in repeated succession, lets me know he is right behind me.

I collapse over him, and we pant in sync. His hand is rubbing long, languid strokes over my spine, and I’ve never felt so secure than in this moment.

“Are we still friends?” he asks.

I bolt up, looking down at him like I’m about to slap him silly.

Friends? He has to be absolutely out of his mind if he thinks after what just happened that I could possibly …

“I’m teasing.” He laughs.

This time, I actually do hit him. “Jerk.”

“We established that already.” He pulls my chin toward him, so I’m looking at him fully. “Only difference is, now, I’m your jerk.”